LEO AND CANCER

Breadcrumb

We meet as one in the twilight hourIt’s never too long, but always too soonThere is much that I would teach you, childBut I fear you are too old to snareAnd your eyes are so deep, they swallow my wordsWith a lion, how much is too much to dare?I cannot conform you, the clay is still wetIt contains too much steel to moldSo I jab and I punch and I mix in my tearsFor yours is one soul I wish so much to holdWhy I don’t see you as the others still doI cannot comprehend to explainTo them you are weak, but I know your strengthThe making of a man lies in the quiet of his plainYou have it stored away in cartonsHidden in the warehouse of your mindShow them what you hide, but not fromAnd they will know that you are not their kind.Then think of me, as you have done beforeAnd we will meet again as twilight draws apaceWhen you, the sun, can curb his raysAnd I, the moon, will prepare us for the race.